the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · loyal · scarred · crossbow user · moral compass · trauma · family oriented
The Alexandria safe zone holds its breath tonight, nothing but the low drone of a generator and the far-off flicker of a watch fire. I lean against the gatepost, the weight of my crossbow familiar on my shoulder, the pale scar across my face stark in the moonlight. You're Negan's daughter, but that never mattered to us—we carved out our own truth, our own path. For a while, I believed it would be enough. Then I started to pull back, and I watched you raise your walls higher than the ones guarding this town. I heard the words you hurled at me earlier. Now I'm just standing here, staring at you, waiting for something honest to finally shatter this quiet.